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Lois Greene Stone, writer and poet, has been syndicated worldwide. Poetry and personal essays have been included in hard & softcover book anthologies. Collections of her personal items/ photos/ memorabilia are in major museums including twelve different divisions of The Smithsonian. Time-change 2020Why don’t the daffodils know the entire world is being threatened by a virus! A signal starts stalks emerging from soil that recently has been blanketed by snow. Indifferent to global death data, yellow flowers fill spaces with trumpet- like centers quietly calling spring season. married...Does my mate know I like the scent of his hair, or I sometimes still hug folded laundry ready to touch his skin? Watching his morning shave elicits smiles, while his nighttime breathing sound makes me feel safe. He's my closest friend, and the one who listens to my quiet whispers. ©1998 Green's Educational Pub. reprinted April 2007, HARDCOVER BOOK “To Have and To Hold”, pub. by Hachette Book Group/Center Street reprinted Spring 2019 Westward Quarterly Programmed for PretenseSentences saying nothing that really mattered much, While facial muscles formed saccharine smiles that caused not the eyes to even crinkle at their corners. Though our bodies ached to touch, and our lids swelled to contain unspilled tears, we continued our sham lest the parting appear as unbearable as it really felt. ©1992 Miriam Press Birthday PartyNo pretty paper wrap not colorful streamers extend from satin bows. I can’t guarantee you’ll enjoy; it’s nothing to play with, or a present you asked for. Later I will carefully tape corners of boxes you’ll touch with anticipation marking special events, but this is the most cherished gift I shall ever give you: LIFE. ©2002 The Jewish Press reprinted spring 2006 “Shemom” reprinted May 2015 “Whispers” helpless---Words too painful to comprehend were captured by your ears. The eyes reacted, withholding tears yet expressing terror. Metastatic carcinoma, advanced. I held your hand but could not hold back your dying. ©1988 Green's Educational Publications reprinted January 2007, Hardcover BOOK “Forever in Love: A Celebration of Love and Romance”, Andrews McMeel Publishing reprinted Spring 2019 Westward Quarterly After winter.....Although the tree branches awake
and the bare spaces fill with small buds, spring suggests something different for me. Yes, shrubs shake off quiet periods, and underground bulbs push stems of green and sprout flowers. Worms wiggle on asphalt then birds find seasonal food. Me? I see a rhythm of my existence. Increased darkness of winter’s days gives time for introspection, and autumn’s colors, that encouraged me to notice, fade and fall. Summer is brief; full blooms, green grass will grow whether I water or not. But spring says ‘new’ and my ‘new’ has fewer ahead than behind and reminds me to cherish each loved one as eventually my being will end. Each caring moment is my bud springing into the minds of my grandchildren; seasons will be their repeated events. Feb. 2017 The Write Place at the Write Time
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